If you sit still long enough and stareinto the yard, notice the bird hop andpeck for bugs in the grass, see the pecantree branches sway and bend, watch thesquirrels watch you for the slightest movement...

then the world you left inside willbegin to rust away, corrode in slow,steady breaths, your indoor words willoxidize into laces of umber and sorrel andchestnut until you reach the bottom lineof your soul, the stark metal base of yourlife, run your fingers over the spiny tips ofthe box-leaf ho...Continue reading ...

Every day has a poem. I watch, I listen, I think, I pray. When I hear a poem, I write it down. Sometimes I find a picture that illustrates the day. I am always surprised. I hope you will be, too.

A writer of many genres, Sally Clark loves living in a small town with her husband where their grown children and five grandchildren all live within walking distance. Crowded with relationships, busy with activities, Sally takes refuge on the balcony of their old Victorian house - the perfect place to pen her thoughts.